Araile smiled at his male bravado, it was refreshing to see a creature such as he with a sense of humor and he was trying to impress her. " Then you are quite the strong one to fight off that many ogres, if it was me I would have just fried them." She giggled, which was a strange sound to herself and walked towards him a little, admiring his toned stomach and arms. He wasn't a bad looking guy either, she could find herself losing sight of the possibility that he could be dangerous just by looking at him for too long. When at first he refused any help, she was actually kind of glad that she wouldn't have to go nearer to him just in case, but then he fell back against the tree again slid to the ground, he gladly welcomed her help and she strode over to him. 
"You shouldn't push yourself too hard, we may be different but we definitely cant be immortal for too long." She looked at his wounds and then deftly ripped a long piece of fabric from her dress taking it about 4 inches shorter than it was. She began to wrap the cloth around the worst of the injuries first. "If there is anywhere you need to stop the bleeding immediately let me know." She bent over him and tied the knot in her homemade bandage.